I used to love this time of day
the sacred “Golden Hour”
—when the sun’s last dimming rays
casts down, kissing its earthly
lovers a long, slow, thoughtful
Goodnight.

I used to love this time of day
when simple sunshine
smiled at me and I back,
laughing in its
reluctantly cooling embrace
thinking of the joys of right
now—the carefree remembrances
of yesterday—and the excitement
of tomorrow.

Now—I hate this time of day.
its fleeting light taunting
Me with what I can
and what I can’t do
with the remnants of what’s left.

Now I hate this time of day
when the sun’s heartless rays abandon
me…again.
Another day past.
Another day gone.
Did today matter? The sun yells
as it drifts and turns, dancing towards the
inescapable, daunting darkness…
Did you make it?